In a raucous sequel to There’s a Dinosaur on the 13th Floor, Mr. Snore is back at the hotel to play his violin at a wedding—where his valiant efforts to pro

Mr. Complain always has something to grumble about, even as he takes a spectacular train ride through mountains, volcanoes, caves, and oceans, but as his trip c

Sequel to: There's a dinosaur on the 13th floor.

It's a hip-hopping, foot-stomping, hand-clapping, finger-snapping good time when the dinosaurs go out on the dance floor! One by one (and all the way up to ten)